Time To Be Heroes
SHOOTING RANGE
Michael and Nikita are practicing. It's made to look like they are
shooting at each other. Operations is on the phone with George in the
Perch as Madeline enters.
THE PERCH
Operations: Yes, George. I
understand. I'll make it the first order of business. (He
terminates the call and turns to Madeline) George wants Section
Eight up and running as soon as the bio-containment is done.
Madeline: And he wants us to
handle it?
Operations: He has his
reasons.
Madeline: Who do you have in
mind?
Operations: Michael and
Nikita. (Camera back to Michael and Nikita, still shooting) If
they succeed, George may want them there for good.
Madeline: I don't see any reason
why they won't accept. This way, Michael and Nikita can get their fix
of spending time together. And it distances them from us.
Operations: Think of it as some
breathing room. After all we've put Nikita through lately, I can't
help but think they're planning some type of retaliation.
Madeline: (crosses behind him
as she says this) You trained them well.
Camera to Michael and Nikita - both hitting bullseyes on the targets.
WAR ROOM
Operations: Three days ago,
Section Eight was destroyed by a class B threat called Crystal Sky.
This is Crystal Sky's first significant dent in Section's
armor. Chances are, this victory will give them the nerve to strike
again.
Michael: What's our tactical
position?
Operations: Davenport will be
handling any movement. You and Nikita are on special assignment.
George wants Section Eight operational, but we have to go outside the
box on this one. You're going to build a team of recruits who will
eventually replace eight's manpower. The new recruits will be put on
an accelerated clock, which means that they will become full fledged
operatives in a short time. (he pulls up two faces on a
holoscreen) Claire Brooks and Neil Hudson. We already own these
two. They're in long-term containment.
Nikita: They're just kids.
Operations: What were you when you
came in here? All of you. They just haven't had a chance to make a
name for themselves. We're picking up the others now. (Holoscreen
changes to show a dark haired young man) Patrick Donoghue. Old
enough to make a fertilizer bomb, but not old enough to do the
time. His friends call him "Darwin" - the missing link. (We see
Darwin being brought into Section) Too many video games and
X-rated internet sites. Darwin's a volcano waiting to explode. Give
him enough time and enough rope, he'll fill a morgue. (Operations
pulls up a young asian woman on the screen) Jasmine
Kwong. Orphaned at birth; her parents wanted a boy. Chinese law says
one child per family, so they sent Jasmine to a foster home with
similarly placed girls. (Flash to Jasmine being brought in; unlike
Darwin, she isn't fighting.) Our intel confirms that she is
quietly putting together financing to make a major statement about
this particular segment of Chinese policy. (Screen changes to show
a young black man) Trent Hammett. Genius-level intelligence,
personal worth estimated at $100 million and only off six hours of day
trading. Wall Street suspects insider trading. Our intel implies
Trent found a better way to beat the system. That's it. Get them
functional.
SECTION EIGHT
The mission van approaches; loud rock music plays, song about having
an attitude. The recruits are walking in through an X-ray scanner that
ensures they're not armed. Next, Madeline is briefing them.
Madeline: Welcome to the farm.
This is where you'll be training. Some of you will succeed. Some of
you will not. Those of you who graduate will become operatives
assigned to Section Eight.
Darwin: (majorly snarky)
Isn't this the part where somebody jumps out and says "Surprise!"
Trent: Yeah, yeah, where's the
cameras? Where's the cameras at?
Claire: (displaying more sense
than anybody else) Shut up and listen to her.
Jasmine: Why us?
Madeline: Each of you possesses a
specific skill, which we will sharpen and utilize.
Trent: Wait, this is for real?
Yo, ya'll can forget about this. And while you're forgetting it, get
me a lawyer!
Madeline: Trent, is it? (sweet
but menacing)
Trent: Yes, Trent. (He gives
her a snarky salute, finger to his nose and hat brim.) What?
Madeline: Once you come through
those doors, you have two choices. One is compliance. The other is
self-explanatory. (She reaches into her coat and whips out a gun,
pointing it at Trent who freaks and steps backwards). Make no
mistake. If any of you have any delusions about leaving here, I'd
erase them immediately.
Jasmine: Who died and made you
God?
Madeline says nothing, just turns and picks up a stack of newspaper
clippings which she begins to distribute. One by one, the teens look
at their own death notices.
Madeline: As far as the world is
concerned, you're all dead.
Madeline looks at them, and is satisfied to see real fear in their
eyes. She turns and walks away.
Darwin: We're gonna be secret
agents. Cool.
SECTION EIGHT - BARRACKS
The recruits enter and see their Spartan-style accommodations.
Trent: Uh-uh, no, see, see, I will
not room like this!
Neil: We'll all close our eyes
when you get undressed, we promise.
Trent: (Goes to the metal
grate) Huh, excuse me! There's been some sort of mistake in
here.
Darwin: Yeah. I say we crash
boy-girl, boy-girl. (He seats himself across from Jasmine, his
intent clear.)
Jasmine: Dream on. (She gets up
and heads toward the far cot) Girls on one side, dogs on the
other.
Trent: (Goes up to Neil to
inquire about Claire) What's up with her? Is she usually this
mellow or is she just, like, really with the program?
Neil: Claire and I came in around
the same time. Six, seven months ago. It's hard to keep track of time
when you're on their clock. I'll tell you one thing, man. Spend
enough time here and you'll act the same way.
Walter enters, wheeling a cot.
Darwin: Room service.
Neil: What you got, pops?
Walter: Form a line, single
file.
Darwin: What's up?
Walter: Inoculations.
Jasmine: Told you Darwin had
rabies.
Darwin, howls at the moon. Trent starts to pull up his sleeve.
Walter: Not your sleeve, just, uh,
pull up your shirt.
Darwin: Ah, this keeps getting
better and better.
Trent: Excuse me, uh, just where
did you plan on sticking that there thing?
Walter: Right under the
ribcage. Let's go, cowboy.
Darwin: (to Neil) I think
Trent just crapped his pants!
Trent: Shut up.
Walter: Come on, I'll give you a
lollipop, right afterward. (He shoots it into him)
Trent: Hey, yo, what is, what is
that stuff?
Walter: Compound glucose
chip. Gives a DNA-specific thermal tag to our satellite. So we can
monitor you.
Trent: Yo! You know what he's
doing? He's jacking us so we can't escape!
Walter: (Looks at Trent and
says sarcastically) Give the man with the bad haircut a kewpie
doll.
Walter does everybody until Jasmine is left. She doesn't step
forward.
Jasmine: Forget it. You ain't
sticking that thing in me.
Walter picks up a gun.
Walter: One of two things is going
to enter your body today, sweetheart.
Darwin: (chuckling) Make
that three.
Jasmine: More lame ultimatums.
Don't you guys know anything other than violence, or is that your
patented response to anyone with a mind of their own.
Walter just grins.
SECTION EIGHT - COMM CENTER
Birkoff enters - Nikita has been setting things up.
Birkoff: Hey, I'm all done here.
Everything's online.
Nikita: Thank you, Birkoff.
Birkoff: Did Operations give you
any idea how long you're going to be here?
Nikita says nothing, distracted by watching the recruits on a
monitor.
Jasmine: Speak for yourself, white
trash. I don't see you getting any action unless someone's planning on
blowing up a trailer park.
Darwin: You can sweet-talk me all
you want, cupcake, you're still not getting in my pants.
Nikita: I'd say we're going to be
here a little while. (she almost smiles)
SECTION EIGHT - COMM
CENTER
Nikita is giving the recruits a guided tour.
Nikita: This is Comm. It's similar
to what we have at Section. We use this area for tactical
command.
Trent: (Sits down at a
computer, impressed) Zothor mainframe. I didn't know these things
went into production.
Darwin: What's the biggie? It's
just a computer.
Trent: It's THE computer,
numbnuts.
Darwin: (To Nikita) Like we
care about any of this.
Nikita: I'm sorry, are you
bored?
Darwin: Yeah. (Turns to
Michael) When do we get to kick some ass?
Michael's hand whips out, snaps him in the throat. Darwin bends over
gasping and choking.
Michael: When you're ready.
Nikita: Any more questions? Good,
let's move on to Ordinance.
As she passes, she grabs the still doubled-over Darwin by the jacket
and drags him along. Next scene she's teaching them about
weapons.
Nikita: Okay, listen up. Weapons
101. What I have here is a Styr Aug.
Darwin: (cockily) 508
millimeter barrel with a flash suppressor. Monster hardware, blondie.
(he dons a headset) Do you mind?
Nikita passes him the gun. He takes it to the range.
Darwin: Six-groove rifling. 650
rounds a minute. With a built-in 1.4 times optical sight that can be
converted to electro-optical.
He takes a couple of good shots. Nikita walks up and takes the gun
away.
Nikita: I can see you've done this
before. Thank you.
Darwin: (Leans over to her
ear) Only in a video game.
We see the various recruits learning to shoot.
SECTION EIGHT - BARRACKS
Neil comes in with a cup of coffee, sits down. Darwin is lying on his
bed.
Darwin: How's the joe?
Neil: Ugh... oh, it blows.
Darwin: Figures. This place is
turning out to be a big-time downer. You know, you'd figure the
blonde would be down for some partying. She's obviously been
neutered. Real Joan of Arc wannabe. Bet you ten to one, she has a
pocket rocket made by Smith and Wesson. (Neil laughs) And that
Michael - that man is in thundering need of an attitude adjustment.
Get him laid, you know? At least he'd crack a smile. I can't even
hear what he's saying half the time, you know? (Darwin imitates
Michael, it's hilarious) "Pass... the sugar." (Neil and Darwin
both laugh)
SECTION EIGHT - BARRACKS
Trent catches Claire packing away a silver suit in a box.
Trent: Mind if I have a look?
Where'd you get that?
Claire: Stole it from ordnance.
Trent: Trying to make a fashion
statement?
Claire: You heard the relic. We're
all satellite tagged.
Trent: I'd like to buy another
vowel, please.
Claire: Think Superman.
Trent: You gonna fly out of
here?
Claire: Okay... it's
like... Superman can see through anything but lead, right? What do
you think that's made of? Titanium. We're talking lead plus. So the
moment I put that on, I'm off their satellite scope.
Trent: All right, you got the
wears, but how you plan to bail?
Claire: South portal.
Trent: I checked it on the
schematics, it's sealed.
Claire: I have the key code.
You'd be surprised what you pick up when you keep quiet and pay
attention.
Trent: You're crazy, they're going
to kill you.
Claire: Only if they catch me.
SECTION EIGHT - MICHAEL AND NIKITA'S
QUARTERS
Michael is giving Nikita a foot massage.
Nikita: Michael. What's happening
here?
Michael: What do you mean?
Nikita: Why the time pressure to
make these kids operatives. Operations is planning something, isn't
he?
Michael: I don't know.
Nikita: Well if this is for real,
we're going to be here forever.
Michael: Is this so bad?
SECTION EIGHT - BARRACKS
Darwin turns on some loud rock music, annoying the devil out of
Jasmine, who is trying to read a book.
Jasmine: Do you mind? (no
response) Yo, gwailo! Yeah, you, rebel without a clue. Bite me!
Darwin: Whip it out.
Jasmine runs across the room, pounces on Darwin, starts beating him
up.
Trent: In his face! In his face!
Kick his ass! Kick his ass! (when Nikita enters, he swiftly
changes his tune) Hey, yo, how many times have I told you to stop
fighting. What would Nikita say if she saw you right now? What would
she say? You guys don't listen.
The other recruits separate Darwin and Jasmine, holding them
apart.
Darwin: Come on, come on!
Nikita: What's going on?
Darwin: Ask her. She's the one
who tried to do a Jackie Chan on me.
Jasmine: He plays that hillbilly
headbanger crap 24-7! All I did was ask him to turn it down!
Darwin: Who you calling an
inbreeder, eggroll?
Nikita does not take kindly to the racial slur. She slams him up
against the wall.
Nikita: Keep the volume down.
Understood?
Darwin: Yes ma'am.
Michael: Where's Claire?
Nikita spins and goes to a computer, realizing Claire has tried to
escape.
Neil: Girl was here a minute
ago.
Michael: (Walks up to him and
gives him a hard look) Where is she?
Trent: Look, uh, just calm down,
all right? I'll tell you. But you've got to promise not to kill
her.
Michael: Where is she?
Trent: She's headed for the south
portal.
Nikita: She's not on our
thermo.
Trent: She found a way to beat
it.
Michael: (to Nikita) Stay
interior. (Michael and Nikita head off in opposite
directions)
Nikita: Claire! Claire!
Claire steps down a ladder and runs, but Nikita sees her. Claire
runs, Nikita in hot pursuit. She gets to the portal and opens it to
find Michael, already there. She's cornered between Michael and
Nikita.
Claire: I want to go home.
Nikita: I'm sorry. You can't.
It's impossible. I'm sorry.
Claire: (crying) I'm
scared.
Nikita: I know.
SECTION EIGHT - TRAINING AREA
Claire and Trent are watching Darwin and Jasmine spar.
Claire: You were the only one that
knew.
Trent: I told Michael, but I had
no choice.
Claire: You could have kept your
mouth shut.
On the floor, Jasmine pins Darwin.
Darwin: On top, just where I want
you. (he then groans in pain)
Trent: The man was about to put a
major damper on Neil's life.
Claire: I would have kept my mouth
shut.
Nikita: Trent, Claire, you're up.
Trent, offense. Claire, defense.
Darwin: (to Jasmine and
Neil) Watch this, she's gonna go postal on him.
Claire proceeds to pretty soundly kick Trent's butt.
Nikita: Trent, engage! Look for
the blind spot! Advance!
They continue to spar. Claire looks just like a little Nikita. She
finally hangs Trent up on the chain link fence.
Trent: Okay, okay, enough! We're
on the same team.
SECTION EIGHT - COMMAND AREA
Operations is on the screen talking to Michael.
Operations: How's the training
going?
Michael: Slow.
Operations: I'm sorry to hear
that. Our clock has been moved up; I'm going to need you to go into
the field in two days. Details will be uploaded to your panels within
the hour.
Michael: These kids are not ready
for field work.
Operations: We have no
choice. Section manpower is low. Birkoff will assist you with
tactical in Section. That's all.
SECTION EIGHT - CORRIDOR
Claire and Trent are walking.
Claire: All you did was prolong
the inevitable.
Trent: What are you talking
about?
Claire: A day, a week, it doesn't
matter. None of us are getting out of here alive.
They come up to Michael and Nikita.
Michael: We have a mission.
There's a briefing in one hour.
SECTION EIGHT - WAR ROOM
Michael: Preliminary intel
indicates Crystal Sky's base of operations to be within this
perimeter. (He pulls up a visual on the holoscreen) An area
approximately ten square kilometers, off road, natural cover. Our
objective is field recon, lair identification, intelligence gathering
only.
Neil: (whispers to Darwin)
Easy.
Darwin: It's a Catholic schoolgirl
on a Saturday night.
Michael: Everything will be sent
to Section One for analysis and procedure.
Darwin: (raises his hand)
Oh, oh, sir? Are we gonna get to kill some people?
Nikita: (ignores him,
rises) Okay, Trent will be handling field comm. Jasmine, you're
recon leader. Darwin, you'll be our weapons and ordnance specialist.
Further details are on your panels.
Michael: That's all.
The recruits get up and leave.
Nikita: Do you think they'll make
it?
Michael: No.
SECTION ONE - SYSTEMS
Operations enters to speak with a team of operatives led by Davenport.
Birkoff is at the computer.
Operations: What I'm about to tell
you is level one classified which means your panels will not be
loaded. What you need to know will be said here. The details of
Michael and Nikita's mission have been leaked to Crystal Sky. I want
two-man shadow teams, wide coverage. Davenport will have point. Once
Crystal Sky surfaces to engage, Davenport will move his team in and
eliminate the faction, except for their leader, Doc Leshem.
(Birkoff types, pulls up a visual on the holoscreen) He will be
returned to Section One for interrogation. Davenport, prepare your
team.
SECTION ONE - MUNITIONS
Birkoff approaches.
Walter: Hey. (sees his
expression) Who died?
Birkoff: Michael and Nikita.
Walter: What?
Birkoff: They're about to walk
into a firing squad.
Walter: I don't understand.
Birkoff: Operations is using
Michael and Nikita's team as bait to smoke out Crystal Sky.
Walter: Are you sure?
Birkoff: I just came from
Systems. Davenport's team is using them as a Trojan Horse.
Walter: Then we have to contact
them.
Birkoff: Walter. I already
tried. They're under dark cover. Operations is monitoring tactical, so
there's no way to even get them a message.
SECTION EIGHT
The recruits dress and load their weapons. Next shot is of the mission
van.
Darwin: (yells) Yeah! It's
game day, boys and girls. Check it out, boys and girls! I am
ferocious and ready to kick ass! (he has his face darkened with
makeup)
Jasmine: I'd go easy on the Cover
Girl if I were you.
Darwin: Don't get too close to my
fire. You might get burned.
Michael: Birkoff, do a perimeter
sweep.
Birkoff: I have you entering the
target zone. Perimeter is clean.
Michael: Moving to first
mark.
Birkoff: (quietly) Good
luck.
Nikita: Stay on B channel.
Weapons on safety. If you see anything you think is hot, tell myself
or Michael.
Darwin blows her a kiss
Michael: Birkoff?
Birkoff: You're good to go.
Michael: Let's go.
They all exit the van.
Birkoff: First team is moving
in.
Operations: Second team, stand
by.
Davenport: Standby
acknowledged.
The recruits fan out in the wooded area. Darwin does something with
his gun.
Neil: What are you doing? You
heard what Nikita said - weapons on safety.
Darwin: Be prepared.
Neil: Yeah, like you were ever a
boy scout.
Darwin: No, but I used to kick
their asses all the time.
Michael: Birkoff, what does your
sat-thermo say?
Birkoff hesitates, looks at Operations who shakes his head, no.
Birkoff: Thermo is cold.
Perimeter remains clean.
Michael: He's lying. We're
bait. Move them back.
Suddenly they are surrounded.
Nikita: Move back!
Gun battle.
Birkoff: First team has
engaged.
Operations: Second team, move
in.
Gunfire continues. The kids are scared and acting like it. A Crystal
Sky op catches Neil, Neil drops his gun. Darwin points his gun at
them.
Darwin: Let him go!
Neil: Shoot him!
Darwin hesitates. The terrorist slashes Neil's throat. Neil
drops.
Darwin: No!!!!!!!! (shoots the
guy full of holes)
Elsewhere, Trent gets shot and screams his head off. Michael gets
shot in the side of the head and Nikita runs to him.
Nikita: Michael! Michael! Are
you all right?
Suddenly she and Michael are surrounded. They're taken into
captivity.
Back at Section One.
Operations: Second team, has
target been acquired?
Davenport: We have 70 percent
containment. Visual on target.
Davenport's team proceeds to capture Doc Lesham.
Davenport: Second team has
obtained Doc Lesham. Target en route. Request permission to go after
Michael and Nikita.
Operations: Denied, target is
priority.
Davenport: Sir!
Operations: Michael and Nikita are
collateral damage. Second team, return with target.
SECTION ONE - VAN ACCESS
Second team brings in a hooded Doc Lesham. Operations pulls off his
hood and looks at him.
Operations: Take him away.
(Davenport meets up with Operations) Numbers?
Davenport: 90% containment.
Operations: That means we still
have a Crystal Sky problem.
Davenport: The fracture and Doc
Lesham's abduction permanently damages their situation. But as long
as they've got two of our key operatives, they still remain a
threat.
Operations: What happened to
Michael and Nikita's team?
Davenport: I suspect they're
either dead or on the run.
BARN
The recruits run in, Trent still screaming.
Jasmine: One entry point? Is that
it?
Trent: Yeah, lucky me, I only got
shot once! What do you mean, is that it? And they better not mess up
my tattoo in there!
Jasmine: (examining it)
Bullet went right through. I can staple it. Give me your med pack.
Trent: Staple? What you talking
about girl, you know this is my arm, this ain't a piece of
plywood!
Jasmine: You got a better idea?
Claire: Where's Neil? Where's
Neil?
Jasmine: He's dead.
Claire: How do you know? Did you
see him go down?
Jasmine: (busy stapling
Trent) Yes.
Claire: What happened?
Darwin: Everything happened so
fast. There was this guy... he... just... came out of nowhere. I
... I just froze up, okay? I froze up. I froze.
Trent: Don't worry. We'll be
joining Neil soon. We're all dead. It's just a matter of time. We
didn't back up Michael and Nikita. We screwed up big time. You think
Section's gonna give us another chance?
Darwin: He's right. We have to
make a run for it.
Jasmine: They'll find us.
Darwin: Hey, we are dead either
way.
Jasmine: Not if we find Michael
and Nikita.
Darwin: You're crazy! Okay? The
four of us?
Jasmine: Why not?
Darwin: Because Michael and Nikita
are probably dead already.
Trent: Look, look, we don't know
that, all right? Now just think about it, okay. If we could bring
them back alive it might buy us some time.
Darwin: Why do you even care about
these people???
Trent: They were just doing their
jobs, we failed to do ours.
Darwin: Give me a break.
Jasmine: If Michael and Nikita
hadn't covered our retreat, we'd all be dead.
Trent: And they saved our
lives. More than once.
Claire: He's right. If we're going
to die, let's go down doing something right for a change.
Darwin: Spare us the half time
speeches!
Claire: See you in hell.
Darwin: You really want to die,
don't you?
Claire: Maybe I just want to feel
like I didn't waste 19 years, all right?
Jasmine: We can do something no
one expects from us.
Darwin: What's that?
Jasmine: Survive. Trent, get to
work.
SECTION ONE - COMM CENTER
Birkoff: Sir.
Operations: What is it?
Birkoff: I found the farm
team. Only four thermos. One must be down.
Operations: Where?
Birkoff: 46 kilometers west of the
target zone.
Operations: Have Davenport
assemble his team.
CRYSTAL SKY HEADQUARTERS
Michael and Nikita are tied to chairs next to each other.
Nikita: Why haven't they killed us
yet?
Michael: They're going to trade us
off for Lesham.
Nikita: How do you know?
Michael: It's the only leverage
they've got.
SECTION ONE - VAN ACCESS
Davenport's team is on its way out.
Operations: Birkoff will download
the thermos to your panels.
Davenport: How do you want it
handled?
Operations: They've been exposed.
Take them out of play.
Davenport: Understood.
Birkoff jogs up.
Operations: What is it?
Birkoff: We just received a
communiqué from Crystal Sky. They want to trade Nikita and Michael
for Doc Lesham.
Operations: (Nods like he was
expecting this) No deal.
BARN
Trent is working at a computer.
Trent: You guys, I think I got
something. (everyone crowds around but Jasmine, who is sitting
behind a wagon by herself) I jacked into Section's
satellite. Crystal Sky was heading east right before they went
offline. Over here is mostly farmland, it's barren. But look at over
here - strong electrical usage. They've got to be over here, I'm sure
of it.
Darwin: Sweet. The man's a
bloodhound.
Claire: Numbers.
Trent: Ten to one.
Darwin: That's dicey.
Jasmine: Just the way I like it.
Let's get radical. (she jumps up)
MISSION VAN
Davenport's inside.
Davenport: They're on the
move.
Operations: Don't lose them.
CRYSTAL SKY HEADQUARTERS
A bad guy hooks up a gas hose to the room Michael and Nikita are
in.
Michael: Operations passed on the
deal.
He and Nikita reach out - join hands, look at each other. Outside, the
recruits are moving into position. Claire comes out shooting, kicking
ass. Trent does too. Darwin shuts off the gas and pops into the room
with Michael and Nikita.
Darwin: Don't look so
surprised.
They all exit the room and there's Jasmine, obviously in charge.
Jasmine: This way.
They all run and come face to face with Davenport's team.
Davenport: I have my orders,
Michael.
Michael: Not anymore.
They have a staredown, obviously Michael wins. Next scene, they are
all walking back into Section One. Operations stares menacingly down
from the Perch.
THE PERCH
Operations: George wanted to smoke
out Doc Lesham. I'm afraid it couldn't have been done without giving
Crystal Sky a false sense of victory.
Nikita: Section Eight?
Operations: Yes. Oversight was
planning to shut it down, I used it to our advantage.
Michael: Why didn't you use
abeyance operatives instead of recruits?
Operations: Even abeyance ops were
too valuable for this type of mission. No one gives a damn about these
kids, not even God.
Nikita: What will happen to them
now?
Operations: They showed
potential. I'm sending them back to the farm under new
supervision. They'll train as recruits and execute no-contest
missions.
Darwin is downstairs, checking out Comm.
Darwin: Now this is more like
it.
Back in the Perch.
Operations: One day, if they
survive, they'll join Section as operatives.
Michael and Nikita go downstairs.
Nikita: What's a no contest
mission?
Michael: Any operation with less
than a five percent success rate.
Nikita: Suicide missions.
They see all the recruits at van access.
Nikita: Good luck.
THE END
Edited by Dana